| There is inner insanity to be called upon
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| God of the frontlines
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| It has been known, the inner voice of no reason
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| Suicidal is it’s own will
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| It blackened your mind
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| Now it yearns to kill your demon to find
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| When a man is quick to enter battle
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| He is quick to forget why he did
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| Perverse in lust for genocide
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| Supposed me in God’s own image
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| Soldiers with minds full of country and pride
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| Think you would stand there and say?
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| But to me, you all go into war just the same
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| Seeing life’s profound ways to the glory
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| The last story of
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| Die like flies chasing the flame
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| Die like men forgetful of pain
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| It has blackened your mind
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| Die like they see themselves defiled
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| Die like fools forgotten in time
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| No |